The Dark Urge Novels & Stories

Overwhelmed, she lay there perplexed. "Kill me." She whispered confidently, wiping away tears from her delicate face, unwillingly scrambled away from the warmth of her bed; she then turned towards the breeze that engulfed her from her open windows. A void of icy sinister darkness crept into the ample room, causing the petite girl to shudder.

And I did not like that fucking shit, not at fucking all. A torrent of anger and resentment came surging back, memories of the past boiling to the surface as I recalled how his actions had propelled me into the abyss of The Darkness. The weight of that bitter history crashed down on me with the force of a freight train, leaving me breathless and reeling. The Darkness within me stirred, its presence growing more insistent as it begged to be unleashed, to claim dominion over my soul. But what sent a chill down my spine was its twisted longing to seek out Raphael and surrender to its darkest impulses in his presence.

While Uriel and Louis were confessing in the next room, Godric had started to prepare the service. "This was my sin." Uriel finished confession. He had confessed everything to Louis. Breaking through his dark side until the act with Rafael. Nevertheless, he had kept some intimate details to himself, as he did not want to share them with his master himself. Louis scratched his head thoughtfully. He was surprised himself that Uriel's dark side broke out because of this wine. Since its creation, only the angel side had been active while the other slept. Sometimes he had wondered if he had any influence on the pretty angel at all. But apparently his influence was bigger than expected. "He was on

Looking in front of him and receiving such a pristine soul, a voice echo behind him. “DO YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE?” A chance, but not that tempting for him to take. Yet. “I CAN MAKE YOUR DEEP DRK DESIRE COME TRUE. SUCH AS REVIVING ONE SOUL.” Intrigue and slowly being dragged into the abyss of endless darkness. A sinister smile draws in a twisted way behind his pure smile that he is showing to the unknown prey. “Say, you will do anything that big brother will tell you, right?”

"Do you really want to argue with me again, Demitri? We have a business to do. Stop causing a fight. I'm not a baby." "You are my baby," he whispered that made my heart pound so hard and loud, it stripped the rationality off me. The sound of birds and insects filled my ears when we entered the dark forest of West Evergreen, one of the few forests in the west that is situated beyond a river, and is not commonly visited by people for two reasons: first, because it's said to be cursed, second, because it is where the dangerous cave of the magical healer is known to be situated.

The elf always seemed behind Troy when it came to spell usages and formulas so he is brushing up on his skills. Troy finds himself on the ridge of the barracks. He comes to a spot that he has known about for some time not. Both of his hands grip at the railing while his scarlet hues leer upon the view he has. With the open air, he had a view of the coming darkness among the skyline. The perception of such is not a big deal to anyone but to see light become darkness is a big deal to someone who only lived within Ny’Thal, the country of darkness. Everynight once in the day he would always find himself here to watch the shifting skies to shift from the depths of the light in the void of darknes

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

Have her scream his name like it was her favourite song. All he had to do was play her into his web. “Alright, Chad. Let's talk.“ Ursula finally breathed out. Chad smirked. One at a time. And he'll take everything that belonged to his nephew. One at a time.

The darkness fights back, trying to smother the light, tighten its grip around him. But her voice, her plea, echoes in the now trembling dark. He needs to claim her? With his bite? Why? The confusion is palpable, but so is a newfound urgency, a need to respond, to act. Something about her voice, her words, stirs him to fight against the pressing dark. As he struggles, the darkness pulses around him, a living thing that doesn’t want to let go. But now, armed with a name, with a purpose, he pushes against it.

I said, and Max laughed. "The Dark Alpha is from the royal bloodline. There is a difference. For Devin to take over the north, he has to wipe out the Volkov family and the council of elders. We all know that is impossible. The northern army is made of steel. I once heard they trained with silver; there is no beating them. Even though we cheated when we attacked the estate, none of our warriors returned alive," Max said, and I frowned at him. "How did you cheat?" I asked, and Max bowed his head.